Chapter 14 #5
“If we are required to cover ourselves in front of your crew, doesn’t it seem reasonable that we could ask the same of you?
” Alexei asks, ignoring the nudity in favor of fixating on me.
I tear my eyes away from him, finding Ash dunked so low that only his nose and eyes are showing above the water. They’re closed, too.
I cannot fucking breathe around these guys.
I’m so in love with them. It’s dizzying.
Loving one person is hard enough. Like, it’s hard as fuck.
Loving four? I need to keep my feet firmly on the ground in order to keep us safe.
If I let the boys make me swoon, if I allow them to sweep me off my feet, I will lose control.
Bohnes is watching me like he always does. The only time he ever looks away is when he’s doing something that has to be done so we don’t die. So we’re rich. We’re rich. Bohnes would’ve given me all this by himself—even Alexei could’ve been a side character. But I’m glad we’re here together instead.
“We’ve been over this already,” I reply, waving my hand to dismiss the argument. “Doesn’t have to be fair. I choose when you’re naked, and I also choose when I’m naked.”
Widow is the last one I turn to, somehow holding onto this fucked-up fear that he’d do something like that to me.
Check out one of my girls. He has eyes, so I’m sure he can see that they’re attractive.
I don’t care. I’m fucking crazy like that.
I will lose it if he looks at one. I’ll kill him if he cheats.
Our eyes meet. His head is leaned back, freshly cut wet hair dripping all over his face.
It’s almost his birthday soon, I remember suddenly.
He needs something. A present. A date. Widow sucks in his wet lower lip, sliding his hand down his abs and then slapping the water when he gets to it.
Doesn’t go under. Doesn’t touch himself.
He flips me off, like he knows the things I was thinking about him.
He’s never going to screw me over. I know that because I’m not going to screw him over.
That’s where our loyalty comes from. Lemon didn’t understand that part.
You can’t just decide to dedicate yourself to a person and expect them to reciprocate.
Some people don’t. Some people won’t. Learning their behavior and judging them by their actions before committing, that’s what I did.
I turn back to Alexei, catching a glimpse of Basti in a hunter green camouflage Speedo.
Har. I knew it. Nisha is naked because she gives absolutely no fucks—until she sees Hype, huddling in a white towel, dark eyes flicking around the room suspiciously.
Even Emma Jean has come back (in a very conservative pink one-piece).
“Don’t look at me like that, Alexei. You don’t give a shit when people see you naked.
” I cross my arms, wishing I could get my grandma to come in here.
Wishing…for things that will never happen.
My expression softens as I take in the ridiculousness of our situation.
On a razor’s edge, living in a dragon’s horde of spoils. It’s both terrifying and fun.
Adrenaline. I’m having the absolute best fucking time.
“Me being naked isn’t particularly important.
But you?” He draws freshly gloved fingers through his hair.
“If you choose to stay naked, then shall I choose to wear shirts more frequently? What a shame. You seem to enjoy watching us walk around shirtless.” Alexei breezes past me, delivering a final verbal blow like a karate chop to the throat.
I’m aghast.
“No. I make the decisions on that, too. Shirts or no shirts.” How is he not getting this?
I follow Alexei out, grabbing a robe from a hook near the door and slinging it on the way he does, like it owes me. Punching my fists through the sleeves, leaving it untied so the front gapes open and absolutely nothing is covered anyway.
I don’t have to look or ask if they’re coming. They’re always coming. Wherever I go, they go.
They’re right behind me—Bohnes, Widow, Ash—walking almost too quickly. It’s eerie. It’s also amazing. It’s the wildest thing I’ve ever experienced in my entire life. I move. They move with me. Up the stairs, like a unit.
I can’t wait until nobody else lives here. Getting caught in an orgy by my girls would be fine. But Gram? She may never forgive me if she sees me in that state, full in every hole and loving it. Please dear God, no.
Bohnes smirks as he opens the bedroom door, waiting for all of us to step inside before he closes it. Bolts it. Three times. The security shades are still down.
If we’re going to have sex, we should probably do it in here. Wouldn’t want Jonas to catch us with our pants down, you know what I mean?
“And now I’m going to fuck you,” I repeat, dropping my robe to the floor with a flourish.
A smirk blooms on my lips.
Sex, murder, and a wedding. And then more sex and murder. Yeah, I like that ratio. That’s a great goddamn ratio.
So is this: one woman, four men.
Five freaks.
Even. Fucking. Better.